Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
My shoes were against the far wall, lined up perfectly, side by side with military precision.
My clutch purse was on my nightstand.
My phone was plugged into the charger beside my bed.
And I was wearing what amounted to a night shirt.
But it wasn’t something I’d worn in quite a long time.
Which was why I figured that someone had put me in it.
And I had a good idea who that someone was.
Casten.
My face flushed just thinking of him.
His big, strong hands. His dark, sexy looks.
Everything about him was perfection.
And he was an ass.
A big, huge ass, as a matter of fact.
I groaned as I finally swung my legs over the side of the bed.
My head swam, and I forced myself to get up.
I had volleyball practice in an hour.
I shuffled like a mummy to the bathroom, completely ignoring my cat, Donkey Kong, Kong for short.
He was an asshole, too.
His morning routine had been interrupted, and he didn’t like waiting an extra hour for his breakfast.
He also didn’t like sharing it with Shawshank.
I filled his bowl up, then put a small handful of cat food onto the floor for Shawshank before getting into the shower.
I took a cold one, hoping beyond hope that it’d help wake me up and lessen the pressure that was currently pressing on my brain.
A loud thump on the bathtub had me sighing and opening the glass shower door.
Kong put both front feet up on the lip of the tub, then jumped inside. I closed the door with a soft click as the two pieces of glass once again fit back into place.
He licked the cold water off my legs as I finished rinsing the soap suds from my body.
“You’ve got a weird cat,” a man’s voice said from the other side of the fogged glass.
I screamed.
Not a cute, little, oops-you-startled-me scream, either.
It was a bloody murder, at the top of my lungs, like a banshee, kind of scream.
The one my sister hated.
The one that made my father drop everything and come running when he heard it.
“Jesus,” Casten growled. “What the fuck are you screaming for?”
I closed my eyes and tried to get my heart rate back to normal.
“Oh, my God,” I cried. “What in the world are you doing in my bathroom…while I’m taking a shower, Casten?”
Soap suds burned my eyes, and I quickly shoved my head underneath the water and closed my eyes, letting what remained of my shampoo slosh off my body.
Casten’s eyes were roaming all over me when I opened my eyes once again.
“Casten?” I repeated.
I wasn’t the least bit worried about him seeing me.
The glass was frosted, and I knew he could only see the silhouette of my body.
Casten’s eyes snapped back up to my face.
“Your car was broken into last night, and since George saw you leave with me, he called me,” he explained.
I wanted to slap myself.
I should’ve known that something would’ve happened to my car.
I’d left it at the new bar in town after running at the track. The one that had just opened a few weeks ago, right on the banks of the Caddo River.
It wasn’t in the best part of the city, and obviously that had now been proven.
“What’s wrong with it?” I sighed, turning the faucets off.
I grabbed the towel off the towel rack just outside the shower, then wrapped it around myself before I stepped fully out of the shower.
The cool air-conditioned air blew over my wet body like a breeze, and I let my eyes connect with Casten’s.
“What?” he asked once I stared at him too long.
“What’s wrong with my car?” I asked again, walking past him to my bedroom.
I pulled on a bra that I’d left out on my dresser, pulling it on over my towel, and moved to my panty drawer for the matching pair of panties.
I knew why I did this.
Sure, they were uncomfortable as hell, and I didn’t like the way my butt cheeks felt like they were hanging out when I moved. But they were sexy, and I liked the way Casten’s eyes widened slightly when he saw them.
His face, though, remained blank as he watched me slip the panties on underneath my towel.
Once somewhat covered, I dropped the towel and walked to my closet, keenly aware of how much of my body was exposed.
I felt Casten’s eyes on me until I disappeared inside the closet. Once I was out of his line of sight, I let out the breath I’d been holding to suck in my stomach.
My belly was flabby, and my thighs jiggled a little more than I would like.
I’d gotten soft since I started coaching volleyball instead of playing it.
I’d gone up in dress sizes, too.
Needless to say, I was a little self-conscious about all the new curves.
But from the look on Casten’s no longer blank face, I had succeeded in sucking my stomach in long enough to make it look somewhat flat again.